Will you make me free?
Will you help me to see?
The truth in all the words?
Will you help me be real?
Can you give me some relief?
So I can process this life somehow?
Will you remind me to laugh?
And come up out of the deep sometimes?
So I don't drown in all these heavy contemplations?
And will you stay with me?
When I must go down?
Plumb the depths of what to see? To feel?
Will you not shrink away?
When I am down so far?
That I can not utter but for you?
Will you always be my voice?
When I am afraid to speak?
But need to be heard if only with black on white space?
Will you always have room for my heart?
My words tapping pulse on paper?
So that I can live whole?
Will you always listen?
And never shame?
Because I need you like this?
Will you bring me closer to Jesus?
The only One worth writing for?
The only hope in all the world?
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